Let go of me!
Edward!
Oh, my God!
Edward!
Edward.
Go back!
Edward, no!
You leave me no choice. Ruddock.
- Edward! - Donīt do it!
Edward! Please, control yourself.
Down here, on the bed!
Stop!
Get them.
- Līm asking you. - I donīt know.
- Good evening, gentlemen. - Good evening.
I donīt know what you and him are up to, but youīve got to get him out of here.
- Youīre being paid. - And paid well.
Barely well enough. If the police come, whatīs the answer?
Youīve nothing to fear, Hackett.
Youīre running a lodging house for drunken thieves and whores.
Itīs that filthy stench. Whatīs he doing in there?
- Thatīs what I want to know. - Thatīs enough! About your business!
Anyway, heīll be gone soon enough.
The sooner the better, if you ask me.
- Itīs not ready to be seen as yet. - But it will be by tonight?
Yes. Have you brought the money?
- Gold? - Guineas.
But not till your work is done.
When it is, you can take this back to Africa with you...
...on the same boat that brought you here.
Youīll be a rich man, NīGalo.
Thatīs what you want.
Do you think it will work?
When he takes this, he will sleep as if dead.
Look...
...even if we do get Sir Edward here...
...can he really help him?
I have seen what witchcraft can do. Believe me, Norton.
You have seen what another man of my powers has done already.
Have you not?
Yes.
We have knowledge of things you know nothing of.
Līve been thinking it over, Julian.
And līve decided that I want to get married at sea on an open boat.
Yes.
In a brilliant scarlet dress to amuse all the sailors and shock my father.
What? Līm sorry Elizabeth. I was miles away.
So I noticed.
Back in Africa?
Why do you think that?
I would have thought it was obvious.
Since youīve been home youīre a totally different person.
- No, thatīs nonsense. - No, it isnīt.
Look at you.
Always brooding, heavy-spirited.
Half the time you seem to forget youīre with me and weīre going to get...
Elizabeth, dear, I am sorry, truly.
What happened out there?
Whatīs on your mind all the time? Please tell me.
No. Itīs not worth your worrying about.
When weīre married, Julian, I want to share your life.
Donīt letīs start out with secrets, please. Let me start sharing now.
I may have things on my mind, but that doesnīt mean that līve changed.
Then prove it.
I didnīt really mean that.
I meant...
...līd like to see you smiling the way you used to smile.
There!
Yes, itīs your usual good report, Trench.
- Thorough and precise. - Līm more than pleased to be back.
- Africa is a heathen place, and no mistake. - Yes.
Thank you.
Yes, weīve had a distasteful time of it here, too.
Properly handled, your African plantation could keep you living well...
...to the end of your God-given days.
You and your brother. We mustnīt forget Sir Edward, must we?
Sir Edward wouldnīt eat any of his dinner, sir.
Thank you, Ruddock, līll try later.
How is Sir Edward now?
How did you expect him to be? Better?
I had hoped more normal.
Yes, he did seem to be more normal...
...so we took off the chains.
But the madness only overcame him again.
He tried to break away, to escape.
Ever since then he seems to have grown steadily worse.
Every man wants to be free.
How can he be free, looking the way he does?
Donīt you understand his mind is going, too?
Sometimes that sickness strikes him with such ferocity...
...heīs as dangerous as an insane beast.
Perhaps an asylum?
No.
We mustnīt even think about that.
I couldnīt bear the thought of my brother screaming his life away...
...in Bedlam with the rest of those unfortunate creatures.
And surgery is out of the question?
Do you think those carrion doctors could put his face together again?
Do you think they could even lay hands on him...
...without wanting to experiment? No.
Līd like to see him.
I donīt allow anyone to see him but myself.
- Heīs much too dangerous. - Līm not afraid.
He seemed so pleased to see me the last time.
Yes, he did seem to be better for a while after you saw him.
Very well, you may go up.
But please, donīt let him see youīre shocked...
...by how much worse he has become.
And donīt get too close.
Remember, if the madness comes over him again...
...your only protection are the chains on his feet.
- Thank you, līll remember. - Ruddock.
Take Mr. Trench to see Sir Edward.
- Līd keep my distance, sir. - Itīll be all right, Ruddock.
Sir Edward?
Sir Edward. Itīs me, Trench.
There isnīt much time.
I just want you to know that līve come back from Africa.
- Have you done what I asked? - Yes.
When will it be?
In two days. Itīll be ready.
You will be well rewarded. Unless you fail.
I must get out of here, Trench. Līm counting on you. Before itīs too late.
Itīs as I feared. Youīve upset him.
Līm afraid I canīt allow anyone to see him again ever.
Good night.
Look!
What happened?
Body snatchers, Master Julian.
They got away.
The doctors still require their warm guinea pigs.
Youīre not shocked?
Ltīs better that they practice their barbarities on the dead than on the living.
- They pay a handsome price, I suppose. - Of course.
And for some of our people, that kind of money is the difference...
...between a full belly and an empty one. - Youīre not shocked?
I can see how important it is for the poor souls.
Better than a good mark in heaven.
It is for God to judge, Parson, and not you.
Itīs horrifying, Julian.
Far worse things are known to man, Elizabeth.
Līm going to put it all out of my mind. The only thing to think about is us.
- Are we still getting married soon? - Sooner.
Because Father may succeed in driving me off to Italy, away from you.
- But I thought we had his blessing. - That was before.
Before?
Before you returned from the dark continent.
Before you dismissed most of the servants.
Before the town started to talk.
You mean theyīre talking about me? About the house?
Donīt you see what a hermit youīre becoming? Of course they talk.
Wild tales of demons and ghosties with rattling chains.
But you donīt believe any of that nonsense, do you?
Thereīs nothing to believe, is there?
- What do you think? - I think theyīre all madmen, fools.
Good.
For the master.
- From Mistress Elizabeth, Master. - Thank you, Ruddock.
Have you taken up Sir Edwardīs dinner yet?
No, sir, līll take it up right away.
"Dearest Julian, I am no longer able to fight my father's wishes to send me to Italy."
"He is disturbed by your strange behavior..."
"...and wants to be sure that I do not make a mistake."
"You must know that it is not my wish to leave you and end our betrothal."
Master Julian!
Sir! Ltīs Sir Edward!
What is it, Ruddock?
Youīd better come, Sir.
Edward, why did they have to take you?
Can your soul ever forgive mine?
Ruddock...
...bring Trench to me. And no one else is to know.
Very well, Sir.
Thereīs Trench now.
- My brother Edward has died. - Līm so sorry to hear that.
Thereīs no need for sorrow.
In his case oblivion was a merciful release.
- When is he going to be buried? - As soon as youīve found another body.
I donīt understand.
Itīs been so long since there was a funeral in this family, Trench.
Youīve forgotten.
The Markhams go to their grave with a sense of occasion.
The villagers must pay their respects. We must lie in state for the world to see.
But we wouldnīt want the world to see what Edward was really like.
So you want another body for the villagers to look at?
Correct. Edward is already in his coffin.
Once the town has gaped at the proxy corpse, then we can bury the real one.
I wonīt be involved.
Youīve been involved with this family most of your life, Trench.
Do you realize the penalty for body snatching is hanging?
- Itīs the same penalty as for forgery. - What?
I said forgery.
With these papers you have managed...
...to extract 1,000 guineas from our plantations, is that not so?
Līm a lawyer, not a businessman.
Youīre a forger and an embezzler...
...and now youīre going to become a body snatcher.
Not willingly, Julian.
They say the deeper you get, the easier it becomes.
- How long have you known about this? - Līve suspected for some time.
But now I know.
What are you going to do?
Līm going to give you another 1,000 guineas...
...or turn you over to the authorities.
Very well, Sir Julian.
Your brother shall have the traditional, dignified funeral.
Just give me enough time to find a body for him...
...that wonīt disgrace your noble line.
Will you join me in a brandy?
Thank you.
Have you brought the money?
- Well? - I was sent for.
- It happened? - Yes.
When do we let ourselves into the house to rescue Sir Edward?
We donīt. Not now.
Why not?
Because, my dear Mark, Sir Edward is already nailed in a coffin.
What?
And securely locked behind a door to which we do not have a key.
I donīt understand.
There are, however, still opportunities for making money.
How?
Julian doesnīt want anyone to see his brother looking the way he does now.
He wants another body to show the townspeople.
Thatīs madness!
Madness or not, we are going to provide him with another body.
We havenīt got to do anything. At least, I havenīt.
My God, Trench, have you forgotten Sir Edward alive in that coffin?
Control yourself, Mark.
Līve already told you, thereīs nothing we can do about that.
Julian is offering 1,000 guineas for a dead body.
And thatīs what weīre going to do, give him one.
So how do we get it? Answer me that.
NīGalo, I feel, can help us further.
- Good. You know what to do? - Aye, Doctor.
They put it in, we take it out. As fast as that.
What about the last one you promised me?
We had a bit of trouble, but donīt worry yourself, this one will be warmer.
Līve come to pay you.
Inside.
Yes. Here we are.
Well, go on.
Help yourself.
I think youīll find itīs all there.
Līll get Mr. Hackett. I will.
- Mr. Hackett. - Līm afraid heīs busy.
- Not too busy to see me, love. - Good evening, madam.
- Yes? - Mr. Hackett, līm afraid, is not too well.
- What is it this time? - I fear heīs had a little too much to drink.
Līm not surprised.
But I can assure you that heīll be up presently.
Ruddock, tell your master that Samuel Trench wishes to see him.
On a matter of the greatest importance.
This is Mark Norton.
- I told you to do it alone. - I couldnīt do it alone.
Hadnīt you better get your prize inside?
Yes. Ruddock.
Since our return from Africa, as you know...
...my brother has been forced to live in seclusion...
...the victim of a tropical disease.
However, in his will, he has not forgotten the village of his youth.
There is a substantial donation to the church...
...and generous bequest to the poor.
Our Father which art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name...
- 1,000 guineas and this. - Blood money.
Hardly. The man was already dead.
- Tell me, what really did happen in Africa? - What do you mean?
- Nothing. Only it is curious, isnīt it? - What is?
That no oneīs ever heard what Sir Edward did to deserve such a terrible punishment.
Retribution.
Thatīs just what līve come to think it was.
- Retribution. - Godīs vengeance.
You were never impressed by the Christian myths before.
Sin and retribution.
We sinned out there in Africa, all right.
Plundering their land, and weīre still stealing their wealth.
Though theyīre too innocent to know it.
Yes, Edwardīs fate can only be our punishment...
...our kind of retribution.
Youīre only making me more curious.
ī...of whom may we seek for succour, but of thee, O Lord...
ī...who for our sins art justly displeased?
īYet, O Lord God most holy, O Lord most mighty...
ī...O holy and most merciful Saviour...
ī...deliver us not into...ī
Why did you never tell me? I would have understood.
I couldnīt be sure, Elizabeth. I didnīt know how to tell you.
Sending that letter to you.
Līm so sorry. So very sorry.
Youīre my last chance, Elizabeth, for some peace, some happiness.
- You will stay, you will marry me? - Of course I will, darling.
He has found some peace at last, as he never could have on earth.
ī...dear brother here departed...
ī...we therefore commit his body to the ground...
ī...earth to earth...
ī...ashes to ashes...
ī...dust to dust.
ī...in sure and certain hope of Resurrection...ī
- Poor Edward Markham. - Weīll open the house again.
Itīll be like it once was.
Weīll let the sun stream in on a new life.
Help! Murder!
- Murder! - Right, hold him.
Move yourself.
Come on.
Easy.
Come on.
Giddy-up now!
Move yourself, lads. Come on.
I thought you were never going to get here.
These things take time and caution, Doctor, as līm sure you realize.
Yes.
- What have you got for me this time? - Male. Just buried.
His name and where he comes from is my business. You know that, too.
By the way, weīve got something extra special for you tonight.
- What do you mean? - All right, bring it in. On the table.
Slightly damaged, līm afraid.
We couldnīt take one without the other, if you see what I mean.
- You murdered him. - Well, the law might call it that.
We ought to call it a lucky accident.
Lucky for you, because youīve got twice the stuff for your knives and needles.
Lucky for me and the boys in the usual way.
Of course, you know...
...youīd better never ever so much as whisper about this, donīt you?
Weller!
You would do well to realize that you are in this as deeply as I am.
Remember that.
Itīs all in the course of science, isnīt it?
Why donīt we spend the honeymoon in Africa?
No.
A long time ago, when you first met me, you said you loved the land out there.
But not any more, Elizabeth. I never want to go back there again.
- Why? - Līve seen too much...
...of what Africa can mean...
...and what we have come to mean to Africa.
In fact, I...
Yes?
Līve been thinking of abandoning everything out there before itīs too late.
What would that mean?
Well, it would mean that weīd still be Sir Julian and Lady Elizabeth...
...but there wouldnīt be anything to go with the title.
I see.
For years now, this family has been nothing but an empty facade.
- And yet, still youīd abandon Africa? - More than ever.
Thatīs the only way we can find peace.
Youīll make a splendid host, Doctor.
And I feel very much at home here.
- Līm obliged to you. - And līm obliged to you, Doctor.
Particularly as youīre going to give me shelter.
Are you suggesting that I should hide you here in this house?
Why should I?
Your body snatchers seem to have thrown you on the murder trail last night.
Would you like anyone to know about that?
Anyway, the penalty for grave robbing is the noose, isnīt it?
And happily or not, my bodyīs alive enough to tell the tale.
Just who are you?
- Donīt you know whose grave they robbed? - I do not.
Empty graves eventually tell their story.
Youīre mistaken. They show no signs of having been opened.
So, youīre the only one who knows of my resurrection.
I couldnīt have wished for better. Līm in your good care now, Doctor.
Indeed. And for how long?
As long as need be.
I must stay hidden.
Youīre going to keep me healthy as well...
...until līve paid back some very urgent debts.
Duke!
What have you found, Duke?
Come on, Duke!
The servants have returned.
Now that youīve safely taken charge of your remarkable cadaver...
What shall I say to them about you?
Tell them...
...līm a relative, badly burned abroad...
...who prefers not to frighten people with his scars.
Yes, I suppose thatīs reasonable.
- You really are a very fortunate man. - Why do you say that?
Youīre looking at someone who must be quite unique, even in your experience.
A man turned inside out through sorcery...
...by a handful of powders and obscure drugs.
My mindīs been unhinged, my face destroyed.
Līve been killed and then brought miraculously back to life.
I am a very remarkable creature, Doctor.
And you are only concerned with what the servants will think.
- One has to observe the conventions. - Be done with it, and get out!
Lock me in here if you wish, and donīt worry about the servants.
Līll only do my prowling by night.
Poor fellow. I wonder who he was?
Weīll find out.
This is Master Julian Kemp, Doctor. He found the body.
- My dog did, actually. - You uncovered a mystery, Master Kemp.
Whoever he is, he wasnīt drowned.
He died, it seems, from natural causes...
...and either fell or was pushed into the water.
Thank you.
Thank you, Sally.
A beautiful girl.
- And whatīs that supposed to mean? - Merely a comment.
Perhaps youīd be good enough to tell me how long you propose to stay here?
Līve told you, Doctor. Until I settle my debts.
I hope līm not interfering with your work.
In fact, I intend to help you financially.
It must be just awful to have your face so badly burned...
...that you canīt let it be seen. Līm sorry for him.
- He sounds such a gentleman. - Donīt let your sympathy go too far.
- Mrs. Hopkins! - You neednīt Mrs. Hopkins me.
I know your dealings with the gentry, Sally Baxter.
Itīs not faces youīre interested in, is it girl?
Well, Mark, everythingīs ready exactly the way you asked for it.
A draft on the American Bank, and the balance in gold.
Arenīt you going to say thank you?
Thank you, Trench, for your worthless promises and the blood on my hands.
You needed money. I helped you get it.
You didnīt mention that getting it meant murder!
You really are frightened, arenīt you?
Yes.
My dear Mark, if Hackettīs body is found, thereīs nothing on it to prove his identity.
And what about Sir Edward? Buried alive.
An unfortunate accident.
Līve forgotten the entire affair and I suggest the sooner you do, the better.
Līm leaving England.
I wish to God līd never set eyes on you, Trench.
I pray to God I never shall again.
I think itīs time for tea, Graves. Donīt you?
All right. To Dover.
Hey there, driver!
No need for knives, highwayman.
Not if you tell me where the witch doctor is.
- Sir Edward. - Where is he?
- I donīt know. - Too late for lies now.
- I swear, I donīt know. - Then you are useless to me.
Good evening, Madam.
Itīs so nice to see the house open again.
Yes, a change.
Very interesting.
- Sir Julian. - Līm so pleased you could come.
Charmed.
Baron, līm so pleased to see you.
Sir Julian. Youīve never looked better. Time you were married.
Yes, I agree.
- Kemp. - Julian.
Lovely to see you. Līm so pleased you could come.
I want you to do a portrait of my beautiful Elizabeth one day.
Nothing would give me greater pleasure. She looks radiant tonight.
- What is it? - Itīs a man. A man in a crimson hood.
It must be a highwayman.
Ruddock!
Bring the other servants. Thereīs a prowler about.
- Right. Out in the garden and search. - Right.
No, please, everyone donīt leave.
Donīt leave. Believe me, thereīs nothing to worry about.
The servants will take care of everything.
I want to drink a toast.
To my wife!
Lady Markham...
...I see nothing but happiness and comfort ahead.
More than enough for just two.
Please, now, letīs dance.
To assist you in your experiments.
Good night, Doctor, and sleep well.
- Arenīt you frightened? - Why should I be?
Me, a stranger, hiding under a hood.
You donīt know...
You little slut! You were with him last night, werenīt you?
- Well, what if I was? - That man is dangerous.
That manīs in pain. You wouldnīt feel sorry for a crippled dog.
- Have you seen his face? - No.
But heīs burned, isnīt he?
Why should I be afraid of scars when I see all the dead bodies that you handle?
It makes my skin crawl.
If thatīs all thatīs disturbing you, you have nothing to worry about.
Youīre dismissed! You can go home.
Līm sure that with your abilities you will find suitable lodgings...
...and an appropriate position.
Līd need some money for that, Doctor.
I said, youīd have to make it worth my while to leave such a wonderful position.
Otherwise the village will hear more about your surgical research.
Very well.
But donīt imagine that youīre going to indulge in a little blackmail...
...or breathe a word about that man.
What if I do?
I might find myself buying your pretty little body one day.
For a guinea or two.
- Where is Sally? - Sheīs gone.
Gone where?
Gone away.
Why? I wouldnīt harm her.
You can say what you please, but sheīs not coming back.
Remember this...
...you need me, and without my help you wouldnīt last one minute.
Līve read your reference, Sally, and I see no reason why you shouldnīt start at once.
- Thank you, milady. - Sally, why did you leave Dr. Neuhartt?
A relative came to stay. There was no room for me.
If you do your work satisfactorily here, I think youīll find it a good situation.
- Thank you, milady. - Come with me, Sally.
Pleasant-looking girl.
I want everything to be perfect for you, Elizabeth.
It will be. The house looks wonderful, Julian.
- Thereīs only one thing that frightens me. - Whatīs that?
That room upstairs.
- Here, look after him. - Thank you, sir.
Sir. Hello. You doing anything tonight, sir?
What do you got that mask on for?
Hey now, get a hold of him.
Hey, Govīnor.
Līm very sorry, gentlemen.
Itīs perfectly all right.
- Perfectly all right, sir. - Have you been to a party?
- Looks like heīs been to a fancy dress ball. - Come in and have a drink.
- Thank you, but I really havenīt time. - Come along with us.
- Come to Macgregorīs and have a drink. - Youīre very kind, but I must be going.
- Wait till you see whatīs going on there. - Come on.
Youīre very kind, but perhaps another time.
See what I mean?
- Sorry, dearie. - Whatīs he doing in that hood?
He must be very important to hide his face.
Or very ugly. Or both.
How are you tonight, dearie?
Isnīt that Prince whatīs-his-name? Can they let him out at night?
- Too proud to show your face? - Sally?
My name is Heidi.
But for every taste we have a name.
If you want me to be Sally, I will be Sally.
Come with me.
How do you want me?
No, I shouldnīt be here.
Of course you should.
Whatīs the matter with you? Are you frightened?
You can leave on your mask. I donīt mind.
I like you as you are.
That will cost you extra.
Give me the britches, darling.
And the dress. I said extra for the dress.
Thatīs my wife there, mister, understand?
If youīre the Prince of Wales, itīs gonna cost you money to get outta here.
And if you are the Prince of Wales, itīll cost you even more.
And he has gold in his pockets enough to blind you.
Has he now? Youīd better hand it over then.
Who the devil are you?
Come on, Heidi. We might have a real treasure on our hands here.
Letīs see whatīs behind this mask.
No. You wonīt get out of here...
...until I see your face.
- Itīs a bear! - Itīs a dancing bear.
- Dance! - It is a bear!
Dance!
Yes, dance for us.
Dance.
Get off me!
Get him.
Boy! Stop!
Come back here!
Stop him, someone.
Whatīs the matter with him?
Here, cut it out!
Murder!
Bloody murder.
- What kind of a beast did that? - Līve told you. It was the man...
- I know. The man in the crimson hood. - Going downstairs?
Away, all of you.
Out of the way. Go on.
- You must know who he was. - Well, I donīt.
And you didnīt want to lose this future customer?
No.
You donīt think līd set a loony straight out of Bedlam on my lady, do you?
Knowing you, Harry, līd say yes.
But weīll find out, wonīt we?
If anybody knows anything, bring them along.
Very good, Mr. Hawthorne, sir.
You say this hooded figure had money.
So Heidi told me.
Which you were both going to relieve him of?
No, we werenīt.
No. You wouldnīt do anything like that, would you?
No, of course not.
- Would you say he was of the gentry? - I donīt know. He never talked to me.
Excuse me, sir. Take a look at this. A cloak with blood on it.
- Hey, thatīs his cloak. - Thatīs his, all right!
- And he was wearing this cloak? - Yes.
īJ. N.ī
- I wonder. - What?
If thereīs anything underneath that tape.
īE. P. Higgs.ī
īTailor.ī
īLangford.ī
There we are. Now you take those and come back to see me in two days.
- Good bye. - Bye, Doctor.
Hope you feel better soon.
- Dr. Neuhartt? - Yes?
Līm a Crown Officer from London. I want to speak to you.
Very well. Wonīt you come in?
These are your initials, Doctor, and this is your cloak.
The tailor who made it told us so.
Yes, they are mine.
Why, thatīs blood.
Blood of a tart in London who got her throat cut.
- Throat cut? - By someone wearing that cloak.
I donīt understand.
Dr. Neuhartt, I must ask you some questions.
Where were you last night?
I was at the house of Mr. Jenkins, the local magistrate. I was dining there.
He will confirm that.
Could you possibly explain how your cloak came to be worn in London?
Why, no, I canīt. I lost it. I must have left it somewhere.
Where?
If I knew that, Mr. Hawthorne, I wouldnīt have lost it, would I?
I suggest you obtain confirmation of my presence in Langford last night...
...and continue your investigations in London and take these with you.
- Good day to you. - Thank you, Doctor. Good day.
- What did you tell them? - I told them nothing.
You killed that woman, didnīt you?
Thatīs an interesting group you have up there.
Thank you, Julian.
Thatīs a fine composition.
I have a great deal of work to do on that yet.
Here is a portrait that I just finished for Lord Wallace.
Līd suggest the same size for Lady Elizabeth.
A different style, of course, for her entrancing beauty.
Julian, here are some more things I think you might be interested in.
- Thatīs a wonderful landscape. - I think I can really be pleased with that.
You see this strong line coming from left to right, right across the picture.
- Another line... - Who is that a portrait of?
Ltīs just a sketch I did from memory.
From memory?
Yes, some unknown man my dog found dead in the river.
Now this other strong line coming from top...
- Julian? - Yes.
You donīt know who it is, do you? Quite a shock it was.
It just caught my eye.
Yes, itīs quite an interesting face.
One plummets the depths for answers. Only the customs...
Would you sell it?
Sell it? My dear Julian, you can have it for nothing.
- Mysteries just disturb me. - Thatīs very kind of you, thank you.
Now for this forest picture, I tried to get the feeling of the forest...
But līm afraid līm going to have to be running along now.
We can work out the sittings later on.
Thank you so much, līve really enjoyed...
You and Norton threw that body into the river. Why?
- Thatīs rubbish! Who says that? - I do.
Because itīs now in the hands of a parish magistrate.
There was nothing on the body to say who it was.
Except that it had been viewed earlier by the people of my village...
...as the body of my late brother.
And not only that.
The man who found it was an artist. He made a sketch. Look.
Fortunately, I managed to get hold of it.
Why didnīt you put the body back where it came from?
- Because it was too risky. - Why?
Because it was. Thatīs why.
Trench...
...how did that man die?
- What are you so inquisitive about... - What grave did it come from?
- Whatīs this all about? - You heard what I said. Answer me.
What are you hiding?
- Līve got enough troubles of me own! - Līm not hiding anything, man.
Thereīs something going on I donīt like the sound of.
If itīs as important as that for you to know...
...then itīd be far more important for me not to tell you. And līm not going to!
And another thing. After this, thereīll be no more dealings with me.
Youīve become far too nosy.
In my business, thatīs taking too much of a risk.
- Weller... - Good day, Doctor.
After Edward was free, what happened then?
Nothing.
You locked him up, you nailed him down.
- Our plan didnīt work. - Go on.
Rescue was out of the question.
My God, Trench, do you know what that means?
It means that my brother was buried alive!
Ltīs all gone.
Līll go and get some more.
You havenīt been looking for me, have you, Trench?
And we did have a bargain.
My God.
Sir Edward.
- I thought youīd been... - Buried?
Yes.
Waking up in that horrible oblong box. No air to breathe.
Trapped and no escape.
The earth raining down on the lid.
Every shovelful burying you more deeply.
No, Sir Edward. Julian...
Julian is to blame. I can explain.
All I want is that witch doctor! That was the bargain, after all.
The Starbuck Inn.
Shoreham.
Trench. Why Shoreham?
He was waiting...
...for a ship.
Waiting? Why not waiting for me?
Are you the man I made my medicine for?
Yes.
It worked only too well.
Tell me.
Have you seen a face like mine before?
Once.
I want to know. Can you help me?
Yes. For gold.
Sit down.
Do you know what happened in Africa? Why they did this to me?
I must know.
You are riding through the plantation.
A white king amongst his black slaves...
...who are too ignorant to know that you are an enemy.
No.
No!
I donīt understand.
I know it wasnīt me.
You are the man they call Markham?
It is also the name of my brother.
Markham.
You changed nothing! Ltīs still the same!
Youīve got to help me, Doctor.
Youīve got to give me something to keep me going until the morning.
Very well, come with me.
- Whatīs amusing you? - It seems you started a fad, my dear...
...when you claimed that you saw a man with a crimson hood.
I did see him, you know I did!
Everybodyīs seeing him now. Thereīs a story here about a man...
...in a crimson hood who murdered a woman in London. He slit her throat.
- What is it, Sally? - I canīt believe it!
- What? - That heīd do such a terrible thing!
Sally, have you seen a man in a crimson hood?
Thereīs a man staying with Dr. Neuhartt who wears a hood like that.
- A man who wears a hood. - I promised not to tell anyone!
Dr. Neuhartt. Yes, of course.
Elizabeth, forgive me, līm going out for a little while.
Look after Sally.
Ruddock.
If you donīt keep off your feet, youīll be dead in the morning.
Thatīs all the time in the world for what I have to do.
- More debts? - The final debts.
And more blood?
First I want the reasons, Doctor, then perhaps the blood.
īBlood will have blood,ī so they say.
Canīt you understand? You know whatīs been done to me.
Wouldnīt you want the truth and then your revenge?
How do you expect me to know how you feel?
Here, drink this.
What is this?
Ltīs what you wanted. Something to keep you on your feet until the morning.
Or something to put me back in the grave for eternity!
Why donīt you sit down, my dear. You look very pale.
I feel a lot better now.
I think we could both do with a little brandy.
No, līll get it.
Hello? Anyone there? Open up!
Hello?
Who did this?
He attacked...
A man in a crimson hood?
Where did he come from?
He was still warm and straight from the grave. Was that it?
Where did he go? I must find him.
Markham Manor.
Markham.
- No! - Sally...
- You have to help me! - Youīre a murderer!
- You donīt understand anything! - Please donīt kill me!
- I must find Julian. Where is he? - Heīs not here!
Youīre lying!
Elizabeth. What happened?
It was Sally. She was here just a moment ago.
- Sally? - Look!
- Itīs Edward. - Edward?
Yes. I canīt explain it now.
Līm going out. You stay here, Elizabeth.
- Julian! - Please, stay here!
Edward.
Edward, stop!
Why, Julian?
Edward, stop! Let me explain!
Why, Julian?
Edward, it was an accident.
You!
- This should have been you! - Yes, I know!
They were looking for a Markham to pay back their debts.
They found their Markham, but they took you and not me.
There was nothing I could do. It was too late.
Itīs not too late, Julian. Let them have both of us!
This is the one you wanted.
- Edward Markham? - Yes.
Go now.
Markham.
Where is Sir Julian?
I think he went to the top of the house, madam.
Julian, what is it?
Nothing.
- This is Edwardīs room, isnīt it? - No, Elizabeth.
This is my room.